Chapter Eight-
"Vision"
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Everything feels as if a blur.
I can't seem to place my finger on it, I merely feel out of this world. Only, I know I'm not dead. That's for sure.
Such darkness, such gloom... I feel paralyzed. Pitches of faint lullabies, and loud utterance. I feel a mysterious sensation of cold. My fingers feel numb and scattered. I can't help it, what is this unusual perception of cryptic cries? Faint as it seems, it's oddly saddening. Yet I begin to feel, warmth against the palm of my fists. I'm able to move. Ah... Feelings of comfort, and weirdly, solace. I begin to enter a peaceful distance, away from my troubles.
A vision of my past, that I was unaware of. Well, of course, it was during my earliest years.
"Waaanhhh" A baby's cries. It starts to form into existence, or somewhat daring me. That... This was in my head just now, how did it..? Again, the cries, disrupting me in my thoughts. I guess this is me. I start to ponder. I'm not dead, am I?... No, there's no way, I must be dreaming. Had there been something that caught my eye, my mama. I love seeing her beautiful smile, just watching her from here calms me. She's retaining me in her arms, looking straight into my eyes. The cries start to perish. As I step closer, I become paranoid. The perceptions demolish like gravel perishing in the breeze. Only, there's no wind, none that I can respond. Abruptly, I feel time at a halt. A sudden pause and I can sense every particle gather in the atmosphere. Time is slowing down, and I become a center of rapture in the chaos.
I wake up, dead in my tracks. I can barely keep my feet, but siding on the blur in front of me, I can't seem to not. Seems I appear standing facing a slim mirror. The sunset is kicking in. "Another one of those visions..." I sigh. It seems evening rises, and I'm still in one of the restrooms inside my school. I feel ill, strangely connected to one's rustle. I glance into the mirror, focusing on what's behind me. A quiet creature, pecking on the glass window. Above the janitor's stationery, a bird appears to attempt entering the bathroom.
"Oh... You poor thing." I walked closer, maintaining my stance on one of the sweeping machines I had escalated. Ignoring the risk, I slide open the window, and almost immediately the bird speeds inside. I fall back, nearly falling to the floor. Thanks to my defense mechanism, I catch myself while setting one foot forward.
I steadily walk denser into the bird's surrounding. It appeared relaxed on the door of the stall and quickly turned to me.
"Well, you caught me"
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